A Rogue of One's Own (A League of Extraordinary Women, #2)

by Evie Dunmore

What does such an unfortunate boy do to survive? He becomes charming. And witty. He becomes a veritable Machiavelli of charm. He will eventually sense your desires and weaknesses from a mile away and will use them against you as it suits him.

“My name is Oscar Wilde.”

WHAT!!!

At least Oscar Wilde was in worse shape; by the end of his last brandy, he had made slurred promises to write Tristan into his first novel, one about the perils of eternal beauty; and the story would be gothic and dark.

TRISTAN!! DORIAN!!!

She must have held a hope deep down that despite what the world told her every day, she was just as deserving to be handled with care as the next woman.